Words and Music by Chris Pendergraft
She is like Cleopatra
Eyes of cat and lips
of wine
When he is handgun out
She is always feeling fine-
But when he goes away
She does not feel okay
She knows she needs the space
And that everything will be okay
Everything has its place
He is tall like Napoleon
He's got mustard on his vest
When he walks he is staggering
Cuz he knows that he's the best
He talks like an American
Apple pie on his face
But in this great big word everything has its place
Everything has its place
